It is enough to extract 300 words from Lu Xun's works.

There is a golden full moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and below is the beach by the sea, where endless green watermelons are planted. Meanwhile, a boy of eleven or twelve, with a silver ring around his neck and a steel fork in his hand, tried his best to stab a horse, but the horse wriggled away from his crotch. This boy is a genius. I was only a teenager when I met him, and it has been thirty years now. At that time, my father was still alive and my family was fine. I am a young master. That year, my family was a year of great sacrifice. This sacrifice is said to take more than 30 years to turn once, so it is very solemn; In the first month, there are many offerings for ancestor worship, and the sacrificial vessels are very beautiful, and there are also many people who worship. We should also prevent the sacrificial vessels from being stolen. My family has only one busy month (there are three kinds of people who work here: those who work for a family all the year round are called perennial; Those who work for people on a daily basis are called short-term workers; He also farmed his own land and only came to work for a family during the Chinese New Year holidays and when collecting rent. When he was too busy, he told his father that he could ask his son to moisten the soil to look after the sacrificial vessels. My father allowed it; I am also very happy, because I have heard the name Runtu, and I know that I am as old as him, and the five elements are short of soil, so his father called him Runtu. He can pretend to catch birds. I look forward to the new year every day. When the new year comes, the leap land will arrive. Finally, at the end of the year, one day, my mother told me that the leap soil was coming, so I flew to see it. He is in the kitchen, with a purple round face, wearing a small felt hat and a bright silver collar around his neck. This shows that his father loved him very much and was afraid of his death, so he made a wish in front of the Buddha and trapped him with a circle. He is shy, but he is not afraid of me. When there was no one else, he talked to me, and we became acquainted in less than half a day. At that time, we didn't know what to talk about, except that we were very happy to moisten the soil. We said that after going to that city, we saw many things that we had never seen before. The next day, I asked him to catch birds. He said, "This can't be done. It is bound to snow heavily. It snows in our sand. I swept out a clearing, set up a big bamboo plaque with a short stick, and paved the valley. When the bird came to eat, I just pulled the rope tied to the stick at a distance, and the bird was covered under the bamboo plaque. Everything: rice chicken, horn chicken, goose owl, blue back ... "So I'm looking forward to snow again. Runtu said to me again, "It's too cold now. Come to us in summer. We go to the seaside every day to check (note: "pick up") shells, red and green, ghosts and Guanyin players. In the evening, my father and I will look after watermelons, and you will also go. " "Do you care about thieves?" "No, people who walk are thirsty. Pick a melon to eat. We don't steal here. What needs to be managed is badger, pig, hedgehog and monkey. The moon is underground. Listen, la la, the swallow is biting the melon. You are holding the fork and walking gently ... "I didn't know what this so-called embarrassing thing was-I don't even know it now-I just felt like a puppy, fierce for no reason. "Don't bite?" "Hu fork? When you get there, you will stab when you see it. This beast is very clever. He ran towards you and ran under his crotch. Its fur is as smooth as oil ... "I didn't know there were so many new things in the world: there were so many colorful shells by the sea; Watermelon has such a dangerous experience. I only know that he sells it in a fruit shop. "In our sandy land, when the tide is high, there are many jumping fish just jumping, all with frog-like feet …" Ah! There are endless strange things in my heart that my friends don't know at ordinary times. They don't know something. When wetting the soil by the sea, they all saw the sky at the four corners of the high wall in the yard, just like me. Unfortunately, the first month passed and Runtu had to go home. I was so anxious that I cried. He was still hiding in the kitchen, crying and refusing to go out, and finally he was taken away by his father. Later, he asked his father to bring me a bag of shells and some beautiful bird feathers. I gave him something once or twice, but we never met again.